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Maybe Not Out of Reach - Part 3 (Melissa)

Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Novels, Author: Tranquil, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

and took him fully. My throat constricted around him, turning my head as I did and, oh yes, down my throat he slid. I pumped him hard, and with every pump, I ensured my lips held him tight. He filled my mouth, my throat without a millimeter to spear. I loved this feeling I was experiencing; I felt so full, so in control, more excited than I had ever felt giving to a man. I felt him tighten. He was becoming hard, rock hard. His balls were feeling so full and heavy in my hand. I withdrew from him to turn my head and look into his eyes. They were predatory as they watched every move I made. I slowly slipped him back into my mouth and watched him with every stroke I took. He couldn’t stop himself. I saw it happen as I felt the hot steamy semen shot into my throat. His head whipped back, his back arched as he thrust his hips forward. And he let out a roar. A sound I will re-play within my mind forever. Pure release, pure success, predatorily pure. A giggle slipped out as I was betting that sound had reverberated through every wall in the building. I slowly released his rod, letting my finger break the string of semen that held us together, sliding it in between my lips to lick it clean. His uneven breathing was the music my ears needed to hear. I pulled his pants up and redid the belt. His hands were on top of mine as I moved, not helpful or guiding but like he was trying to gain some control for himself. I think he rather liked me doing this small action for ... him. I didn’t care. I was after all the proverbial cat who had just eaten her lot of the cream. I slowly stood tall before leaning against him to pick up my lunch from his now somewhat shaken desk. I walked to the door before glancing behind me; his face was calculating, but the playfulness shone through; I saw the rubbish bin out of the corner of my eye and smiled to myself. Today, after all, was all about control, wasn’t it? I flipped my sandwiches into the bin, and, winking at him, I bit into my apple as I turned and opened his door. I knew he was watching me; I felt his gaze burn against my back with every step I took. I had my sway on. How could a girl not? My hips were working my walk, and as I reached the end of the corridor I turn to see him still watching me. “Welcome Back!” I called out before I continued out of sight back to my office. Munching on my apple, I felt impervious of anything and everything. I may not have left him with a photocopy of our time together, but that look that had been in his eyes assured me that he wasn’t ever going to forget today's lunch break. And that sound he had made, I could still feel it ripping through me, shattering my bones with delicious desire as I walked towards my desk. The word "Retaliation" popped into my head as more shudders rippled through me. I leaned over, opened my drawer and turned off the remote that lay inside. My smile grew into a grin. Surely a predator wouldn't allow himself to be bested. Would he?